elementary, my dear watson

Azrael

i wouldn't know where to start
'sweet music' playing 'in the dark'

They only brighten at the offer that someone would be willing to come with them, their head quirking up to focus on Wessex with a brighter grin – fangs on full display. “Would you wanna come with me sometime?” They ask. They don’t know where yet, but they think that if nothing else, Wessex would do whatever it took to protect them – especially considering their father’s warning that they could possibly be a prime target. Inexperienced. A truly made from scratch creation.

The idea of asking the Voice for something defensive has them immediately shaking their head in their honesty. “I haven’t… I should ask her.” They file it away for later, wanting to figure out what they might ask for before going to speak with the Voice – because if anything, they liked to think that the Voice and them were quite similar in how they wanted things to be direct, to make sense off the bat rather than flounder about it.

“I haven’t met Peter. Nor Sunjata.” They admit with a hint of thoughtfulness. “I like Sam, though, he’s always very nice to me.” They trail off before their brows are lifting at the mention of cool things. “Who’s the Prince? And what kinda stuff did you find?”

be still 'my foolish heart'
don't ruin this on me